Which lead into the heart,

Whose intricate environments

Require the highest art

To tell what inspiration

Shall touch a dormant mind,

And fire it with a living zeal

For a station more refined.

It is only voice of music

That speaks universal tongue;

It matters not in what accent

A sweet melody is sung,

It will find responsive feelings

Which will aptly understand

Though it be of unknown measure

And sung in a foreign land.

We come with our martial music,

With our noisy fife and drum

To inspire the weak and weary,

To open the mouths of the dumb,

To train our every emotion

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